My middle finger dips into your wetness, making your groan with pleasure. Using your juice to aid my movements, I slide my finger up against your clit...ris, your body arching against my hand, pushing harder into me. Taking up my place next to your, I keep my finger slipping from in you to encircling your clit, moving in to kiss your neck as I do so. My lips press softly against the skin below your jaw line; occasionally my tongue glancing across to taste you. I move slowly up your cheek to. Ich bewege mich langsam in dir hin und her stöhne unterdrückt und genieße dieses Wahnsinns Gefühl. Ich spüre wie du immer feuchter wirst, dein Saft läuft mir an meinen Hoden herunter auf das Lacken. Du scheinst es auch zu genießen, dein Atem wird schneller deine Brustwarzen richten sich auf und dein Innerstes wird immer enger so eng wie noch nie. Ich werde etwas schneller und bemerke lange dauert es sicher nicht mehr. Auch du scheinst näher an deinen Höhepunkt zu kommen, dein innerstes pulsiert. Working, alone, as nearly every night since to long ago. And as every human being, I need to piss. From time to time. So I headed to the toilet. Came back. Not realising the wet spot on my trousers. Those god forsaken last few drops. But she saw them. Even commented:”Pissed yourself. Should go to a doctor. For a check up.”I had to hide the embarrassment. Was hoping that my face wasn’t turning red. And she said more, not really meaning it: “Next time I’ll help you. Shaking the last few drops. Now this was interesting. He wasn't gravitating to the macho studs. Hewalked to the wall that had the pictures of women. The swimsuit models,the prom queens, the brides.Perhaps he just liked the way they looked. What teenager could resist apicture of a pretty girl? Especially a guy like this, who'd probablynever even held hands with one.Wait! He had paused in front of a fake issue of Teen People. The onewith a pretty teenage girl on the cover. He just stood there, staring ather. And then,.